MEMORIES

A violin, a woman. One sip, one dose.
Someone who didn't want to. So close.
This someone whom I missed, was my light.
Blind I became alone. Now solitude is my fight.
She is violin. I am an orquestra without solo.
From the kiss I used to drink not even an echo.
She was my dose that I have not anymore.
The drink, greatest trance that I still adore.
The nice joy who you were to me has gone.
I’m suffering without you. I'm so alone.
I masturbate memories from a violin, a girl.
A drink, a dose, a complete collar of pearls.